High above the trees
where eagles soar and songs glide
is where my soul thrives.
by Scooj
High above the trees
where eagles soar and songs glide
is where my soul thrives.
by Scooj
I left it behind
now I am looking for it;
searching for my soul.
by Scooj
.
An opened window
to let his soul leave the room;
I believe he left.
.
by Scooj